Post by falconnn on Jun 6, 2010 22:54:57 GMT -5
Falconheart of RiverClan[/center]
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Name: Falconheart
Age: sixteen moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
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Reason For Name: As a kit, her base coat was a very lush but light russet color with a lighter brown tabby pattern. So, her mother naturally named her Falconkit. The queen was aware that 'falcon' was quite a masculin prefix, but with a litter of only she-cats, she had let her mate name one kit. He chose Falconkit. As she grew older, she grew close to her father, adopting his fiery, passionate ways, and she aspired to be just like him one day and still does. Complying to her determined ways, her leader named her for her loyal heart and passionate ways. Falconheart.
Previous Names: Falconkit, Falconpaw
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One Sentence Description: A sleek tabby she-cat with big blue eyes.
Appearance: It's a thin coat this body hosts, each hair short-cut, like her mother's. Because of its shortness, it does not have many knots, therefore it's very soft and stays clean with ease, for there's not enough for dirt and vegetation to cling to. The fur is well-groomed most of the time. It rarely gets to the point where it simply must be cleaned. The fur helps her to be agile, not wind or water resistant. It's often blown back a little, giving her a wind swept look, from running, swimming, and doing Clan tasks. When this happens, she tries to lick it back into place, but it just seems to be a natural look that cannot be helped, no matter how roughly she pushes the hair down to try to get that sleek look every cat seems to want. This gives her a sort of a rumpled appearance, like a kit that has been rolling in the nursery too much.
She looks a lot like her deceased mother, Owlfur. The base pigment that wraps around her shoulders with delicate fingers is a light brown, like the bark of a young sapling, not dark with age yet, tinged a bit tan with youth. Spiraling around her body, like claws grasping at her fur, are darker brown stripes. They're bold, blending with the light brown like a spilled fluid. They curve, halting into narrow arrow shapes about parallel to where her foreleg meets her torso in a chiseled joint. In some places, the dark brown actually meets in circles. These rings go right up her tail with barely any distance between them. Because of this, the tail is almost completely black. They end a patch of darkness at the tip of the appendage. Another color on her body is a brown-tinged white. Most of her maw is this hue with one small spot right above her nose. Her chest fur is the same pigment.
Like many other warriors in the Clans, her body is made up of mostly muscle from hunting and fighting. She's not as muscular other cats in the Clan, though. Actually, she's quite agile. While she took her mother's hue, she took her mother's size, as well. Her legs are long for her body mass, making her quick and agile. She has long slender muscles, stretched over her legs, unlike the blocky build of the tall, sturdy warriors whom's sides she fights by. Sometimes, her lineage is questioned by other cats, accusing her of being part WindClan, but she gets infuriated whenever this happens, ready to flay anyone to questions her loyalty.
In contrast to her light brown base and brown, one would expect to see her have amber eyes or maybe green. It's startling to see what a shocking blue they are, identical to her father's. However, they do blend with her pelt colors, making her quite beautiful. One might say they were the purest eyes they had ever seen, free of guilt and other bad emotions. Innocent. Perhaps if her eyes had been open when she was born, she would have been named Bluekit or something to do with her frosty gaze.
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Personality: Falconheart is not one to be easily dominated nor is it easy to sway her into imaginative thinking, logic rules a large part of her decision making and those far-away types tend to be shunned from any plans she may make. On her own nobody may judge or pester her, but her constant need to prove herself prevents her from having the alone-time she badly craves. Ok, so she may push herself a little hard, but that is what the warrior does!
A calm and serious cat, Falconheart does not take decision making lightly (an attribute aquired from her father), an air of eagerness to fulfill the task she out do do tainting the air around of her. No time is wasted and she will happily sit through the night if she feels the time is needed on any particular problem. She is loyal to the bone and her Clan is truly her home, so she puts it before anything else. She has a powerful distaste for half-bloods, rogues, kittypets, and loners. She wouldn't attack them on sight or say unneeded things or anything, but if it were her choice, she'd never let them into a Clan unless they proved themselves extremely worthy.
She may sometimes seem to carry a barbed tongue, but desire fuels her harsh words, her gentle nature evident in the kindness she shares with those who have earned her trust and friendship (a hard thing to do) and also in her liking for kits.
She can't stand loosing, or others thinking her to be weak, and so this has led her to believe injury is best endured rather than to have herself at the mercy of a Clan that could turn her out as a rogue. This and the fall of her Clan are the two things she fears the most.
She is not a cat you would immediately class as physically weak, but her body's litheness undermines the strength of her muscle and she knows this - fighting to her advantage when it comes to a full-on confrontation. She is not afraid of dying nor of injury, only that others would think her to be milking the pain in order to laze around - and fights like a cat out of hell, showing no mercy to the enemy. This is where is agility may work to her advantage, when dodging blows and weaving between the paws of the enemy.
She is a cat that chooses her words carefully and never wastes them on the ears of those she considers to be either too-thingyy for their own good, or just plain rude. Far too busy to think about love and having kits of her own - which would surely jeopardize her security as the best warrior she could possibly be. This does sometimes trouble her, though. She feels split between two duties to her Clan: One, as a warrior to hunt and defend her Clan, and two, as a she-cat to provide strong kits to defend the Clan. The thought of spending all her days in a Nursery horrifies her, but what if it's what her Clan needs?
Falconheart is not the sort of character you'd expect to see as a member of RiverClan - but none-the-less her loyalty is courageous, as well as that side of her which must be brutish to earn the respect of her clanmates.
Likes: Swimming, hunting, kits, greenleaf, fish, RiverClan, loyalty, pure-bloods, her father, StarClan, gatherings
Dislikes: monsters, the thunderpath, other Clans, WindClan, half-bloods, kittypets, rogues/loners, leafbare
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[/color]History: Falconkit was born to Owlfur and Snowclaw, a very unlikely pair. Owlfur was a very kind agile tabby she-cat with sharp green eyes, and Snowclaw was an aggressive, large, blinding, white tom with powerful blue eyes. They were in love though, so what did appearance matter, right? When it came time for the litter to come though, Owlfur's tiny hips became a problem. She was only able to deliver a large, burely white tom before she died, and the medicine cat just barely saved Falconkit from the womb. Besides the death of his mate, Snow treated Falconkit like she was the only thing that mattered due the fact she looked nearly exactly like her mother. He wanted the best for her and personally picked her mentor when it would become time for her apprenticeship. Her brother, Whitekit, was furiously jealous of this relationship.
As Falconkit grew to Falconpaw she seemed to almost stop growing, but her attitude never seemed to quit. Even though she wasn't built for the fighting type, her speed was unmatched by any other apprentice and she quickly overshadowed them. Her father was very pleased, and even took time off to watch her spar with other apprentices. She had grown to be friends with most of the toms in her Clan, but was always looked down upon by the she-cats. While they were talking about their future with kits, she would talk about her future of a brave warrior with the toms. Meanwhile, she always tried to build a relationship with her brother. She loved him dearly and tried to make him feel apart of the family, but with all of Snowclaw's affections on Falconheart, he kept himself distanced. What she didn't know is he was always lurking. Always angry. Always hating.
Tragedy struck and a great act of betrayal was shown by her own brother, Whitepaw. Whitepaw had helped another Clan get into the camp one night and attacked with them. She was greatly confused by this, and couldn't do much to help because of it. Fortunately there were no causalities and her brother was captured along with a few other enemy cats. The brother she loved, she now hated, and she agreed with him being banished. She even helped to see him off, but no longer respected or loved him. She was then looked down upon and lost friends because of that night, and she had to work harder to prove herself as a warrior.
Eventually she became a warrior and no one questioned her loyalty to her Clan. She was taken in as Falconheart for her great passion and was a great new addition to RiverCan as a warrior. She started having those troubling thoughts of whether or not to become a queen or stay a warrior, but she did now respect those who did make the decision to have a mate and kits. She is well known by all her clanmates that she has a quick temper and a very strong attitude. Her dream is still to become one of the greatest warriors that RiverClan has ever seen.
IC Example: this is from another site i was one with one of my favorite characters.His massive paws padded towards the elder's den, two mice clamped in his jaws. His black pelt shone, wishing to look his best for his mate. He always would. He flicked his tail, his stunning green eyes shining with the love that would never leave. Even after she had destroyed his heart, battered and bruised him, broken his heart, hated him and hurt him... He couldn't stop loving her. Even after she had been loving two other toms at once, he still loved her. No matter what, he always would. He even had scars on his leg, that he gave to himself, to prove the undeniable pain she had caused him, and love he felt for her. His irises shone, still, even thinking of her. Every moment he thought of those beautiful hazel eyes, his heart sped up even the slightest bit. he would think of her beautiful brown pelt, her sweet, enchanting voice, her captivating, resounding laugh, her fiery temper, her sharp tongue, her soft love, her gentle touch... It was all too perfect for him. He had hurt her once, and he wasn't ready to do that ever again. That had resulted in loosing her, and he wasn't ready for that to happen. No ever again.
As he neared the entrance, he caught her scent and smiled. But there was a kind of bitter smile. She had hurt him so horribly, and his sister's words still rang in his head whenever he thought of that. She's using you, Wolfbound. she had said. She's just keeping you around so she can claim she has a mate. She doesn't love you. All she ever does is push you around and use you while she's off having kits with other toms. He always told himself it wasn't true... but was it? How would he knew. She'd had kits with other toms before, when she had hated him... and she had hated him before. She'd hated him and he hated himself for it. He always would. Every time he thought of her hating him again, though, the thought of her loving another tom... fear was all that ruled him. Oh, Pheonixstar... he thought.
He suddenly stopped at the entrance, smelling another scent linguring with Pheonixstar's. His eyes grew wide with shock, something mixed with fear gripping his heart like a vice. Chaosflare. Anger seemed roil within him, along with hurt. Pheonixstar had loved Chaosflare, and he wasn't sure if she had ever gotten over him. He lashed his black tail, but didn't move, listening as they spoke. As he listened, he knew, Pheonixstar was unhappy. No. he thought with grief. he had hurt her, again. Pyramidstar had been keeping him so busy, he hadn't had time to visit his love, but he thought of her every moment... and the fact he was so busy had hurt her. As he continued listening, he realized with cold fear... They're still in love, and they know it.
I think we're stuck at square one. I can't live with or without you.
Those words seemed to slice him down to the core. His claws dug into the earth, the scars that marred his leg burning more than ever. His green eyes were wide with fear, anger, anxiety, love, pain... He was losing her again. He could tell. He was loosing the love he had lost once, and regained. He was losing her to some little kit. Chaosflare was a kit compaired to him and Pheonixbloodstar. His body shook with not only the pain of realization, but something else. Something he hadn't felt towards any of the toms that Pheonixstar had loved until now.
Hatred.
He hated Chaosflare, with a burning passion that none could compair to. That flea-bitten tom had stolen away his Pheonixblood before, and he had let him go with forgivness that time. Not this time. Now, he hated him, with everything he had. he hated this rogue as much as he loved Pheonixblood---Pheonixstar. His breathing increased, but he kept silent.He walked in deadly silence towards the pool of water, where it was said many cats fell in love. He had been so alone in the late, perhaps he could at least meet a good friend here. of course, he didn't believe much in love. After his sister, Tendrilessence, and ran away with that rogue and then he had died, she had been heart broken... well he knew love just wasn't for him. It was better to be happy and love-free than in love and heart broken. As he pushed his way through the fronds of braken, a sweet, beautiful scent suddenly wafted to him. He breathed in deeply, then heard something... crying?
He pushed his way through and caught sight of the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in all his moons of living. Her feathery brown pelt shone with a silver hue under the moonlight. Her scent was like nothing he'd ever scented in his life, and her beauty was like nothing he'd ever seen in his life. She was so perfect... But she was crying. It made his heart wrench to see such a beautiful thing crying, and he frowned. He slowly began to walk towards her.
"Why must the nightengale sing such a sad song?
How could the salt of tears be produced
From such profounding beauty?
Why, may I ask, is such a lovely dove
Weep under such a beautiful moon, from such beautiful eyes?"
He had recited the poem in perfect clarity to the beautiful she-cat. He finally halted beside her, looking down intot eh pool of water that she gazed at. Seeing her face, her beautiful face, his heart swooned. Her hazel eyes were the most captivating things he'd ever seen in his life. He offered her a soft smile. "My name is Wolfbound." he told her. "Yours?"
"Pheonixblood."~~~~~~
He watched her hazel eyes carefully, seeing the distress there. It worried him. He rested his tail over her shoulders, licking her cheek in comfort. "What is it?"
She looked up at me, and I waited for her answer. "Wolfbound..." she began. "I'm pregnant."
Joy had overcome him, and a smile burst onto his face. "That's wonderful!" he exclaimed.~~~~~~
His green eyes glared with utter fury at the flee-bitten tom before him, and Wolfbound was hyper-aware of Pheonixblood cowering behind him. He bared his teeth, his claws unsheathed. "Stand down, Punkclaw!" he spat with a snarle.
The devilish black tom hissed. "Watch where you step," he hissed, and swept out fot he warriors' den.~~~~~~
"Pheonixblood, I'm back!" he yowled as he burst into the clearing. She stood with her swollen belly, her head snapping up as a smile spread across her face.
"Wolfbound!" she had cried, racing towards him.
"I love you," he promised. "I always will, no matter what."
"I love you, too," she replied.~~~~~~
He stared with shock and defiance at the yellow tabby before him. "But I can't leave, not again!"
"Yes, you do," his gruff voice replied. "if you don't, Tendrilessence and the rest of her family will die, and so will your family. You cannot tell Them you're leaving."
"What?! I can't! No, I can't leave Pheonixblood again." he cried.
"You must."~~~~~~
he limped into the clearing, every bone showing, his wounds still bleeding, his usually shining pelt dull and matted. His muscles still showed, but he hadn't eaten in days. he stood for a moment, shaking in the clearing, his green eyes sweeping about the clearing, searching for one cat.
"Pheonixblood," he rasped, before he collapsed tot he ground.~~~~~~
"Wolfbound, I don't love you anymore," she said in a cold, hard voice.
Those words sliced him down to the very core, like no pain he'd ever felt before. "Pheonixblood..." he pleaded.
"I have a mate now," she told him. "but we can still be friends."~~~~~~
His claws sliced through the flesh on his leg, tears spilling from his green eyes. This is for you, Pheonixblood, he thought. Blood spilled tot he ground, mixing with his tears from his newly, self-wounded leg. Then that scent came to him. he snapped his head up, to meet the eyes of Pheonixblood.
"You shouldn't do that," she told him. "You don't want to become that cat. The one everyone talks about."
"No, but i do want to become that cat to you."~~~~~~
"I love you, Wolfbound."
Overwleming joy erupted within him. it was like all the things he'd been hiding away, the life within him, was set free. A sweeling purr rumbled in his through as he embraced her, liking her neck fur. "I love, so much." he promised.
He stared forward, no half way in the den, his eyes shocked, confused, hurt... it told everything. he dropped the two mice he held in his jaws, origonally for Pheonixstar and him, but aparently now for Chaosflare and her. he looked to Pheonixstar, his eyes showing purely the pain and love towards her, the hurt. "I hope he can do what I can't to make you actually happy," he spoke in a cold, trembling voice.
Ever since his injury from Fang, the one that crushed his back leg, Pyrimidstar had been over working him, to get his leg working again. Of course, it had made it worse, but it had crippled him from loving Pheonixbloodstar the way other toms could, and it prevented him from coming to see her. He turned his stunning green eyes to Chaosflare, sharp as blades. He gave him a look that told him everything. It told him how the young tom had destroyed him entire life. And it told him how much he hated him. With one last final glance to Pheonixstar, he turned and prowled from the den, tail ddragging in the dust. But he did not leave. he waited. he stood vigil a few fox lengths away from the den. in hearing distance, but far enough so they couldn't smell him.
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Muse: High
Mood: Sad. :[
Song: From Where You Are by Lifehouse[/quote]
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[/size]Who Are You? Call me Connie!
How Did You Find Us? I used to RP here back in 2006.
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